Tears slipped softly and quietly down her cheeks in slow big drops, falling gently, absorbed by a white Egyptian-cotton-covered feather pillow. She felt an unbearable tightness, heaviness in her chest.

Her husband's arms slipped around her from behind, offering comfort for her pain. He spoke softly, care and concern evident in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I know how you feel. I felt the same way when my father passed away."

Oh no, Russ, she thought to herself, you have no idea how I feel. How could you?

As tears gathered in her eyes, slipped over her lashes and rolled slowly down her cheeks, memories drifted through the corridors of her mind, wisps and fragments, disjointed, meeting, bumping; faint echoes whispering to her.

Daddy hugging her as he walked in the front door, picking her up and twirling her, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he pretended to drop her, her heart thumping in fear but shrieking in delight at the temporary feeling of weightlessness.

Daddy hugging her, comforting her after she scraped her knee falling off her new blue bike, the bike she had secretly wished and prayed for every night, that somehow he knew about.

Daddy pinching her bottom, telling her it was a weapon of mass distraction, her uncontrollable giggle as she left for school flushed and warm inside.

Dad, tall and handsome smiling so proudly as she graduated summa cum laude in chemical engineering.

Oh no, Russ. You have no idea, she thought.

The mist in her mind swirled and danced sinuously, changing colours, a rainbow of colours, slowly evolving, becoming red. A strong echo whispered. As tears gently fell, she smiled. Daddy. Her body relaxed as she ran, ran as fast as she could, chasing that echo, little legs pumping, four years old. The echo shimmied and sharpened as she raced nearer. A memory emerged.

"Daddy, Daddy, guess what?" she yelled, throwing herself at him as he walked through the front door.

She was breathless with excitement. She had waited at the window, her small face peering out, looking for Daddy, her small body trembling in excitement at her surprise.

Daddy dropped his briefcase and swept her up in his arms, smiling, kissing her on her still pudgy cheek.

She giggled, his kiss tickling her, scratching her.

"What's this ruckus about? Didn't you know young ladies are supposed kiss their daddy when he comes home?"

She hugged him and gave him a big smacking kiss on his rough cheek. I love Daddy.

"Daddy, Mommy bought me a new dress today. A red one!" She said it with awe, breathlessly.

"Well now, aren't you a lucky lady."

As her daddy put her down, she grabbed his wrist with both hands, leaning back, pulling and tugging, with pent up excitement bursting inside. I want to show him!

"Daddy, come now. Come see!"

She led Daddy up the stairs, tugging his big hand, little legs taking huge strides to reach each step.

"Hurry, Daddy."

At the top of the stairs she released his hand, racing down the hall to her room. Breathless she waited for Daddy, so excited.

"Look!" she pointed to a red dress on her child-sized bed, burgundy, velvet, with pretty frills and lace around the neck, arms, and hem.

"Well now. Isn't that nice. Aren't you a lucky lady."

"Uh-huh! It's red, Daddy!"

"Does it fit?"

"Uh-huh." She yanked her elastic-waist jeans down, her pink cotton panties pulled down over her bottom, kicking the jeans off as she hoped from foot to foot.

Daddy steadied her, his hand on her shoulder.

"Here."

His hand touched her bare bottom before pulling her panties up. Nice, it feels nice.

As her blue T-shirt cleared her head she saw Daddy watching her, a smile on his face. Excitedly she pulled her new dress over her head, arms caught, stuck.

"Let me help, Princess."

She felt a glow, it happened every time Daddy called her Princess; I'm his Princess. Finally, her arms slipped through, the dress falling.

"Look. Isn't it pretty?" She was so excited, waiting for approval, for Daddy's approval. "It's soft, too. Feel."

Daddy's hands felt good rubbing her chest, rubbing her back, rubbing her bottom.

"It's soft," he agreed. "But your socks don't match."

She pulled the hem of her dress up, peering down at the blue socks. He's right! Quickly she pulled them off, one hand holding her dress up, Daddy holding her bottom so she won't fall. She ran to the dresser, pulled the drawer out.

"Which ones, Daddy?"

Daddy helped her, picking nice white socks with frilly tops.

"Here, let me help, Princess."

She held her dress up with one hand, the other on Daddy's shoulder as he knelt, his breath warm against her thighs.

She almost fell. Daddy held her bottom for her. Nice. Daddy's hand is big. It feels nice.

"Beautiful, Sarah. Why don't you show your mom?"

The echo faded. The mist returned, swirling anew and dancing sinuously, darkening, dark, dark gray. Another strong echo whispered to her. As tears continued to fall, her smile faded. Daddy. Her body tensed, her heart beat harder, seven years old, scared, she approached the echo cautiously. A memory emerged.

Daddy, sad. Daddy crying. Mommy gone.

"She's in heaven now, Sarah. She's happy, she loves you. She's going to watch over you for ever, make sure you're safe. Don't cry."

People come, people go.

She was alone with Daddy, comforted in his lap, his big arms around her, sad, safe, warm. Sleepy.

Her scream woke her, Mommy drowning! Her scream woke Daddy. He came to her room, calming and comforting.

"Hush, Princess. It's okay. It's okay."

Trembling, she held Daddy tight. I'll never let you go, Daddy, she swore to herself. She didn't, clinging to Daddy, to comfort, to peace.

Daddy carried her, his big warm arms wrapped around her. She snuggled against him as he pulled the blanket up, Daddy's smell everywhere, surrounding and reassuring her. She hugged his big arms tightly. I'll never let you go, Daddy.

The echo faded. The mist returned, swirling in and dancing, brightening, turning yellow. Another echo teased and flirted. As tears continued to fall gently, her smile returned. Daddy. Her body relaxed, her heart calmed, seven years old, she ran, ran hard to the echo. A memory emerged.

Daddy poking her in the back, in her bottom. She reached behind and found a big hard thing poking her. She explored it inside his pajamas, hot and too big to hold. She pushed it down, it sprang back. Giggling she did it again. She giggled harder when it slapped her legs, slid up and poked her between her bum cheeks.

A mysterious toy, how fun.

"Don't, Princess."

"What is it, Daddy?

"It's my penis. It's not a toy. You mustn't touch it."

"But why?"

"Because. Now leave it alone. I won't let you sleep in my bed if you don't stop."

She was upset, but wanted to sleep in Daddy's bed, now used to it. Going back to her own bed scared her, reminding her of nightmares, Mommy. Okay, she thought.

Smiling secretly, she pushed her bottom back. She'd figured out when Daddy was asleep he didn't know. It poked her bottom, hard but spongy. Slowly, can't wake Daddy, she felt it, big in her hand. She squeezed it; it was hard, warm. Smiling secretly to herself, she pushed it down, opening her legs to let it between. It popped out of his pajamas. Oh, now I can feel it better. Excited, she closed her legs, a big rod, it felt like a big rod warm and moving. It was hard to close her legs all the way. Her hand reached down, fingers exploring the top poking out from between, sort of rubbery but soft, big and hot. She traced the tip and felt a ridge. It jerked. Rubbing her palm over the tip it surprised her. It jerked again. She felt it grow bigger between her legs. Daddy moaned, holding her tighter, really tight.

Ick! Hot liquid on her hand! It's a monster! It pulsed and spit at her. But suddenly she felt tingles, exciting tingles, good tingles down there. Maybe it wasn't a monster. She giggled when it got smaller and smaller. Messy. What a mystery.

The echo faded. The mist returned, still swirling and dancing sinuously. Colors blended and churned, pastel blue dominating. Another echo drifted. As tears continued to fall gently, her smile brightened. Daddy. Eight years old, she ran to the echo. A memory emerged.

"Here, let me look."

Daddy knelt to check her scrapes.

"I fell hard, Dad. I hit my knee and my crotch banged on the bike. You have to look. I think I damaged something."

She smiled as she sat on the toilet, Dad concentrating on applying a Band Aid to her knee.

"Where else, Honey?"

"Here, Dad." She smiled feeling bad, a good bad, as she pointed to her crotch. Dad, so handsome, and he blushed! "I have to pull my shorts off so you can check."

"Um. Perhaps you can look yourself, Sarah."

"But how can I see? You have to Dad, please?" A little thrill went through her, imagine, Dad seeing her.

"Um, er . . ."

Before he could leave, she stood, yanked her shorts down, powder blue panties on display. Sitting on the toilet, excitement bubbling inside, her shorts around her ankles, she spread her legs, panties pulling tight around her pussy.

"Here, Dad." She pointed to the edge of her panty-clad pussy just where it met her thigh. "Is it bruised? It hurts."

She felt a warm flush in her groin when Dad leaned close, warm breath on her thigh, his index finger softly touching her.

"I don't see anything, Honey." He got up quickly, flushed, leaving the bathroom.

Sarah smiled, her smile becoming dreamy as her finger traced soft powder blue cotton up and down her cleft, her breath deepening as she found the spot and rubbed. She inhaled sharply, images of Dad touching her floating through her mind. A dark damp spot appeared, peace and pleasure suffusing her.

The echo faded. The mist swirled back in, dancing and writhing, changing shape, changing color, suffused white. Another echo called softly, hushed. As tears continued to fall gently, she smiled, almost beaming, feeling a stir inside. Daddy. Nine years old, she skipped happily to the echo. A memory emerged.

"Dad! Dad!" Her call was urgent.

"What is it, Sarah?"

"Come quick!" She heard Dad approach as she posed naked in the shower. It was time Dad saw. Maybe it would change him. The thought excited her.

"Hurry!" she urged loudly.

He burst in to the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks.

"I saw a spider! Find it, Dad." She smiled inside as she watched Dad's eyes fall from her face and down over the little nubs that had so recently developed, down over her pussy, unfortunately still bare.

"Where, Sarah?"

"There." She pointed behind her, the furthest corner from where he was standing, behind her.

As Dad leaned in, peering around her, she turned her body, feet moving apart slightly. Her heart beat in excitement as Dad's face neared her pussy, as he leaned into the bathtub. A shiver of pleasure hit her when he looked. Yes, Dad, look. She imagined him pausing to kiss her there and trembled.

She smiled as Dad left the bathroom, his face red. Soap, her new friend, was slippery. She gasped as she rubbed herself, knees shaking from her climax. Daddy saw her, imagine him kissing her pussy, oh, oh.

The echo faded. The mist swirled, dancing and writhing, warm umber, intensity building, feeling stronger, potent. Another echo flit in and out calling to her. As tears continued to fall gently, she smiled. Oh yes. Daddy. Ten years old, she raced to the echo as fast as she could, hair streaming, slim legs flashing. A memory emerged.

Sitting on Daddy's lap watching TV. Pajamas on, lights on low, the smell of Daddy, musky and mysterious, wafting gently, surrounding her.

She felt excitement stirring inside her; she had planned and built up her courage for weeks. Slowly she moved Daddy's hand up from her tummy. Bit by bit she edged it up.

Ooh. Daddy's hand felt good against the nub on her chest, the tiny boob that had appeared, that ached so.

"Don't," she pleaded when he tried to move his hand away, resting her head on his big shoulder.

"I have to, Princess."

"But Dad, please, they hurt. Your hand feels good, please."

"It's wrong, Princess. I can't."

"But Dad, I won't tell anyone. I promise. Please? For me? For your princess?"

He paused, sighed, so hard to deny Sarah anything. "Okay, Sweetheart, okay."

Sarah felt a jolt of pleasure in her chest and below as Daddy gently rubbed her. Daddy, touching me, finally. She sighed. It felt so good.

Her nipple hurt, a nice hurt, more like an ache, an ache for something. "Dad, the other one, please" she whispered, nuzzling her head under his chin, guiding his big hand. She felt him under her bottom, a familiar feeling; seven years old, sleeping in Daddy's bed. She squeezed her bottom, thrilled when Daddy groaned.

"Please, Princess, don't."

"Why?" she whispered. "I like it. Will you cum, Dad?"

"Oh, Sarah. I can't, I just can't." Daddy tried to pull back, to get up.

She grasped his arm, her hand reaching down, feeling and tracing the outline in his pants, just like she remembered, a secret thrill coursing through her. "Nice," she whispered.

Daddy moaned softly. "Sarah . . . Princess, please don't."

"Dad, I want to. Don't you remember?" She stroked the outline of his penis, big, hard and pointing down into his crotch, the other hand guiding his hand on her chest, softly caressing her tiny, tiny boob.

Daddy moaned again. "Remember what, Honey?"

"Dad, it was incredible," she whispered. "Remember? When I was seven? Remember you let me sleep in your bed?" She caressed his penis lightly. "Your penis felt so good between my legs. Don't you remember? It was so exciting. When I rubbed it, I thought it was spitting, it was a jerking mysterious monster spitting liquid. Remember?"

"Please, Princess. Please stop. We can't. We just can't."

"But Dad, I want to feel it again," she murmured, snuggling against him. "Why can't I? It's not like I haven't felt it before?"

"But Princess . . ."

"Dad, please? I know what it is. I know it's wrong. But please, please Dad?"

She felt a bolt of excitement lance through her as Daddy hugged her and lifted her in his big arms. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Yes, yes, Daddy and me.

She smelled Daddy's smell as she was gently put down, excited she was back in Daddy's bed again. She smiled. Daddy next to her, big and sexy. Daddy's blue eyes looking so scared.

"Dad."

Her hand cupped his cheek. So handsome. I'll never let you go, Daddy.

Daddy kissed her on her lips! Warm soft lips, closed but nice, Daddy kissing me! She sighed. She couldn't stop her eyes closing, only feeling now, a stab of arousal down deep inside.

His hand caressed her tiny, tiny breasts, easing the ache, making her nipples tingle, making her feel warm. Her body trembled. Daddy's hand on her tummy! Her heart thumped and she spread her legs. Will he? Will Daddy touch me?

Oh Daddy! Oh, so good. Daddy's warm hand on her pajamas over her pussy, pushing and feeling, pajamas slipping between her lips, moist. A bolt of pleasure surged as she felt him caress her. Yes, Daddy, yes.

She opened her eyes. Daddy, kind Daddy, smiling softly at her. She whispered.

"Dad, so good. It feels so good. Just like I dreamed it would. Please, don't stop."

"I won't, Princess."

"Promise?"

"I promise, sweetheart."

Heat bloomed inside her, between her legs. Princess, I'm Daddy's Princess. She felt her body urging her to move, needing to move, wanting to feel more, to rub, to push. Heat blossomed inside, intense pleasure drowning her. Almost, almost.

"Dad, like that. Yes. Yes. Oh Daddy!"

Her hips thrashed, pleasure pulsing from her clit, ecstasy hit her, cumming Daddy. She drowned in her climax, so good, so much better, so much better.

"Time to sleep, Princess."

The echo faded. No don't go! The mist rushed in, dancing and writhing faster, even stronger, turning a perfect turquoise. Another echo surged and yelled for her. As tears continued to fall gently, she smiled, reaching between her legs to cup her crotch, her middle finger slipping into her cleft. Oh yes, Daddy. A memory emerged. Twelve years old, warm, sunny, surf crashing.

"Dad, this is great!" She dug her toes into the hot sand finding cooler damp sand below. She was so proud of her new bikini, sunshine yellow. She was so proud of her boobs, real boobs, still small but real boobs.

Looking down she admired them, small and upright even though she was on her back, her tiny nipples softly outlined. Looking lower she admired her bikini bottoms. She studied them carefully. There, right there, on top of her pussy she could see the slightest crinkle from her new pubic hairs. It excited her.

She felt a damp flush of arousal as she remembered Daddy last night, their first night at the Bitter End Yacht Club, when he kissed her new pubic hairs over her panties. Another damp flush coursed through her when she thought of his promise, "Tomorrow night, Princess, I promise."

Reaching down she felt a wet spot, a throb of pleasure, so excited. Tonight, Daddy.

"Come on, Dad! Let's swim!"

She shrieked and laughed as Dad threw her, splashing back into the warm ocean.

"That's enough for me, Princess. Your Dad's a bit too old for this."

"Dad, look!"

Grinning she watched Daddy as she stood, rising from the surf, water at her knees, as he saw how transparent her new bikini was when it got wet. She had discovered it in the bathroom at home, trying it on, spilling her glass of water by mistake. She had waited for this moment, excited to show Daddy, wondering how he'd react.

"God, Sarah. It's see-through!"

She was thrilled as she watched Daddy's penis move inside his trunks.

"Hurry, I'll get a towel."

"Dad, Dad," she laughed, "it's okay. I don't mind."

"But what if people see?"

"So? Let them. I don't care. It's for you, Dad. I want you to see."

She hugged him, looked around to check, then kissed him, her tongue touching his lips, something Daddy had shown her last year, something that had amazed her it felt so sexy. Daddy carried her back to their towels.

"Dad, why are you lying on your front?" She knew and giggled. He had an erection and she was the reason. She felt good. She loved him so. I'm never letting you go, Daddy.

Dinner was a dream. Daddy so handsome, dressed up especially for her in his best powder blue shirt, open at the neck, just a hint of his chest hairs visible, tan slacks, and blue eyes focused on her, only on her, a dimple on his chin he insisted was a cleft; it was a dimple.

She felt sexy and seductive. She had asked Daddy for money, but wouldn't let him know what for. "It's a surprise for you, Dad," she'd said. She had her best light green dress on, sandals, clear nail polish on her toes and fingernails. She had pulled her light blond hair back in a French braid, falling between her shoulder blades. She wore the white and yellow gold rope chain Daddy had bought for her; a twelfth birthday present.

Daddy let her have a glass of white wine. It was a perfect dinner, just Daddy and his Princess.

"Dad. Sit on the bed." She felt her arousal and excitement. She had been planning this ever since Daddy told her about the trip to the British Virgin Islands, Virgin Gorda; how appropriate. She had played with herself imagining Daddy's reaction.

"Dad, remember the money I asked for?" He looked puzzled. Even better.

"Yes."

"It was for this." She dropped her dress, letting it fall in a pile at her feet.

She heard Daddy inhale sharply.

Did he like her tiny, lacy white bra that showed her firm little breasts and nipples inside? Did he like her tight satin bikini panties? Did he like her lacy white garter belt and silky thigh-high stockings? Oh. Daddy liked them! She felt herself get damp.

She slowly unwound her French braid, let her fingers comb through her blond hair, let it fall over her shoulders.

"Do you like it, Dad?"

"Sarah. God Sarah. I don't think I've ever seen anything . . . You did this for me? Oh, Princess, you did this for me!"

She felt her nipples ache. The passion in Daddy's eyes, her daddy!

"Would you like to take them off?" She whispered it, her voice trembling. She could feel the gusset of her panties, wet, stuck to her. Her body trembled with excitement.

Daddy loomed over her, standing in front. Goose bumps dimpled her arms from the gentle ocean breeze wafting through open balcony doors, the sound of surf gently thumping and swishing.

She watched his trembling hand as he touched the bra strap on her shoulder and looked up into his eyes when he withdrew his hand. Daddy's eyes burned. He bent, sweeping her up, arm under her knees, around her shoulder, Daddy hugging her to his big chest.

Her eyes watched his lips as they came nearer and nearer. Daddy. She trembled as Daddy kissed her, her hands slipping around his neck, her tongue tingling when it touched his, arms tightening, pulling Daddy closer. I'm never letting you go, Daddy.

Daddy made her feel like a queen, laying her gently on the bed, hair spread regally on the pillow. She gasped when she saw his erection, hard and straining up, big, thick. Her arousal surged, she felt her clit engorge and pulse. She remembered Daddy between her legs, seven years old, so innocent. Now she knew so much more.

Her pussy ached, desperately wanting Daddy to touch it as he unhooked her bra between her breasts, the cups slipping to her sides. She moaned when he kissed her nipple, when he sucked, when his hand caressed. Her hands curled, grasping his sandy hair, pulling him tight.

Her tummy arched up, panties wet. Hurry Daddy. She shrugged off her bra as Daddy slipped her panties down leaving the white, virginal white garter belt and white stockings on.

Daddy looked inflamed. He trembled when she parted her legs, moaning as he bent forward. Daddy felt so good, his weight so nice, comfortably heavy, and his kiss so passionate. She hugged his big chest, hands not quite meeting, squeezing him to her. Now, Daddy, please, she thought fervently, you promised.

"Are you sure, Princess?"

He looked so concerned. Of course she was sure. Why was he waiting? Why was he teasing? She had dreamed of this for so long. Didn't he know?

"Dad, please, now." It came out as a soft tremulous whisper.

Oh God, Oh God! She cried out at the jolt of pain, inhaled sharply as Daddy stretched her, and stretched her more. She was too small, too tight! Breath whooshed out in relief when the pressure abated. Daddy, Daddy in me, oh God, Daddy inside me!

She felt full, so full, Daddy going deeper, wonderfully full! Her thighs tightened and silky feet caressed Daddy's calves as she finally relaxed, full, stuffed, Daddy inside her, throbbing and hot. Oh so good.

Move Daddy, move now, she thought, her hips curling, pushing, wanting Daddy deeper, all the way in.

She forgot about the room, forgot about the vacation. She couldn't hear the ocean, the surf. Only Daddy, Daddy sliding out, feeling empty, Daddy sliding in, wet, so wet now, feeling gloriously full, stretched, so stretched, Daddy stroking, sparks as his penis rubbed her, faster Daddy, faster, I'm close. Her heart thumped and pleasure bloomed inside, hot, hot, Daddy holding her bottom, stroking faster, pulling her to him, thrusting deep into her, amazingly deep. She trembled, her climax awakening, Daddy hitting her clit, Daddy finally, finally.

"Oh!"

Her climax rolled in and crashed through her, she clenched her Daddy's erection, crying out as she felt it expand, hot, hot semen flooding her. Daddy's cumming! Oh, Daddy's cumming in me! She thrust up and cried out again. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy, Daddy spurting in her, spurting, spurting, hot semen dripping between her buttocks.

"Oh Daddy! Daddy!"

She lost time, lost rhythm, lost herself in her climax. Lost herself, lost herself in love.

"I'm never letting you go, Daddy," she whispered, eyes drooping, semen leaking warmly between her buttocks, satisfied, totally satisfied, Daddy hugging her, Daddy cuddling her. It had been worth the wait. Thank you, Daddy.

The echo faded. Come back, I like that one! The mist swirled and danced, slowing, gently undulating, soft green. Another echo. As tears still fell gently, she smiled, she remembered. Reaching behind her she caressed her husband's penis, exciting him, pulling it between her legs, thighs squeezing. Oh yes, Daddy. A memory emerged. Thirteen, confident and playful.

She was secretly thrilled, walking with Daddy hand in hand through the fair. They don't know, she thought as she looked around, they don't know. It's a secret.

She was happy, completely happy. She looked up at Daddy, so handsome and tall, so rugged. His dimple was so cute. He was her knight in shining armor, her pirate kidnapping her, ravishing her. She felt arousal join her happiness. Daddy, my Daddy, and no one knows our secret.

She giggled.

"What's so funny, Princess?"

Daddy's embarrassment when she got her period, when she showed him the pills she seen the doctor for. He'd been so cute, blushing as he realized. But his kiss, his tongue playing with hers and his groan had given him away.

She shivered as she remembered his surprise, when he realized she had no panties on, how quickly he became aroused by her, his Princess.

She giggled again, squeezing his hand, taking a bite of cotton candy.

"What are you thinking of, Sarah?" he asked, squeezing her hand back.

You sitting on the couch, she thought. Unzipping his pants, fishing inside, giggling when she struggled to get his erection out. "Don't move," she'd said. Turning around, she'd lifted her skirt, showing Daddy her bare bum. Sitting on his lap, facing the TV she'd held his erection, shuddering as she slipped it along her cleft, moistening it before lodging it at her opening.

She giggled, watching the crowds and fairground games.

"Come on. Tell me, Princess."

She remembered Daddy's moan as she slowly sat on his straining penis. It had felt so big, stretching her, filling her, a warm thick shaft rubbing her clitoris, slipping deeper and deeper until her bottom was resting on his lap, full, deliciously full with his throbbing erection touching an ache deep inside. "Shhh! Don't move and don't touch," she'd said when Daddy tried to touch her small boobs.

Her face flushed red.

"Okay, now you really have to tell me. Here, whisper it." He bent down, the bells and whistles of the fair clamoring in the night air.

"Couch."

Daddy flushed red.

She had sat absolutely still, Daddy's penis deeply embedded, big, hot and throbbing, sexual desire churning inside her. Daddy jerked. "No, Dad. Don't move!"

Her panties got damp as she remembered; sitting still, Daddy deep inside, clenching her vagina around his thick penis rhythmically, nothing more. Clenching, relaxing, clenching, relaxing, so arousing. "Stop! Don't move!" Clenching, wet now, really wet. Clenching, relaxing over and over until Daddy cried out, his erection expanding in her, stretching her gloriously, spurting, hot semen flooding her. She climaxed clenching and relaxing faster, automatically, Daddy's hot cum spurting hard deep inside. She felt his cum flood her, leaking out of her as dizziness overcame her, gasping at the intensity of her orgasm, so good. I'm never letting you go, Daddy.

Turning, holding his big hand, she looked up at Daddy, so tall and handsome. "Do you remember, Dad? The couch? It was really exciting, wasn't it?"

"Let's go home. Right now, Princess."

Cotton Candy in hand, panties moist, she smiled. Yes, let's.

The echo faded. The mist swirled and danced even faster now, changing, churning, pastel purple. Another echo whispered to her. As tears continued to fall gently, her sad smile softened. Reaching between her legs she stroked her husband's erection, rubbing the damp tip with her thumb. Daddy, exciting. She walked towards the echo, fourteen, adventurous. A memory emerged.

"Dad, how come we've never had oral sex?" They were sitting at the breakfast table, school starting in an hour.

She smiled when Dad almost choked on his coffee.

"Well, Princess, I don't know. I think we just get too excited."

"Can we?"

Daddy blushed. She liked it. He never seemed to get used to their relationship.

"Um. Sure."

"Now?"

Daddy smiled. "No, not now. Get out of here and go to school before you corrupt me even more."

On her back, legs spread, purple panties in her hand, she looks down at Daddy between her legs as he caressed her pussy, playing with her pubic hair, and teased her clit. She jerked when the tip of his soft tongue licked her cleft, jerked again when it touched her clit.

"God, Dad. That feels so good."

She couldn't help her hips from undulating, pushing against Daddy's tongue. She felt her moisture leaking, sliding between her buttocks. So hot, so aroused, unbelievably turned on. Daddy eating me!

Suddenly her orgasm was on her, taking her completely by surprise when Daddy's finger slipped inside touching a spot, tongue flicking her clit. She gasped at the intensity, at its suddenness. Her orgasm built higher and higher, building in intensity, straining her body. She arched her body up off the bed as it exploded. She felt herself peeing as she screamed, humping hard and fast against Daddy's mouth, his finger stroking a spot inside. It scared her it was so intense, wave after wave, never ending, pounding and punishing her body so hard it began to hurt.

"Enough, enough!" She grabbed Daddy, pulling him away. It was too much, just too much, far too intense.

Panting, Daddy cuddled her shaking body.

"How was that, Princess?"

"Dad, Dad, that was the strongest one yet."

She was drained, exhausted, tired and sleepy. She smiled as she drifted to sleep, Daddy's erection between her legs, memories of being seven years old coming back to her.

Showering in the morning before school, Daddy's erection rubbed against her tummy as she soaped his big chest. She remembered her climax, it aroused her. Turning Daddy to rinse him, she reached around and stroked his thick penis, smiling as she heard him moan.

"Dad, turn around."

Looking in Daddy's eyes she knelt, excited by the pulse in his erection, by the hunger in his sexy eyes.

She tasted Daddy for the first time, a hot throbbing head soft against her tongue. She held it upright and licked the shaft, giggling when he strained forward.

Her arousal and excitement grew as she kissed the tip, then holding her lips tight, she slipped it into her mouth, stretching, stretching, her mouth opening as far as it could before his thick erection popped in. He was so big, so aroused. It throbbed, hot in her mouth.

She started stroking Daddy's shaft, tried sucking. His gasp made her hot. One hand fell to her crotch, slipping through her small pubic bush to wiggle a finger against her clit.

Holding Daddy's penis, she sucked gently and licked the head with her tongue, the sound of the shower loud in her ears. A pulse of pleasure stabbed through her when she tasted him leaking. Her finger strummed her clit. She moved her head slightly, taking more inside, pulled back, moved forward, his penis pressing to her throat. Suddenly it swelled. Suddenly it jerked and hot semen spurted into her mouth. Daddy's cumming! Daddy's cumming in my mouth!

She almost choked, swallowed, tasted Daddy's salty semen, and another spurt flooded her mouth, his shaft pulsing in her hand. Her climax hit her with the third huge spurt of hot semen, Daddy pushing against the back of her mouth, flooding her, choking her as she desperately tried to swallow his cum, her orgasm pounding and hammering at her.

Gasping for air, climaxing hard, she pulled off, Daddy's penis spitting, hot thick semen splattering on her face, pulsing in her hand, spitting on her again and again, her face covered, semen dripping. Oh God, Daddy, so much.

The echo faded. The mist swirled and danced, slowing, morphing, blue, sad. Another echo hissed at her. As tears continued to fall gently, she frowned. Daddy arguing, Daddy angry. A memory emerged. She walked reluctantly towards the echo, sixteen, rebellious.

"I will not!"

"Princess, you have to go out with boys. You have to date. We can't always be together."

"I WILL NOT!"

"Princess, unless you do, we'll never be together again. It's that simple. You cannot plan a life with me."

"I'm NEVER letting you go, NEVER!"

Tears coursed down, her chest heavy as she lay in her own bed. Why Daddy! Why? I don't want anyone else.

Sneaking into Daddy's room, into his bed, she hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'll date boys. But only if we can be together. I'm never letting you go."

Daddy kissed her tears, holding her, loving her. Daddy.

The echo faded. Thank you, I didn't like that one. The mist swirled and danced anew, writhing, brightening, aqua coloured. As tears continued to fall gently, she smiled broadly, reached down for her husband's erection, pushing the crown back, back to her vagina, hunching, slipping it inside, filling her. Her hips started moving, stroking, massaging. Another echo, another memory, Daddy, the pool. Eighteen, sexy, playful, teasing.

"Dad, come in and swim, it's beautiful. The temperature is perfect." She felt excited by the surprise she'd planned and felt sexy in her new yellow bikini. It brought back memories. She liked the way it emphasized her upright perky breasts and the slimness of her waist, the flare of her hips, her taught bottom.

"See? Isn't it great?"

She smiled at Dad, still so big, his warm, wonderful smile, the dimple in his chin.

"It's nice, Princess, you're right. Perfect temperature."

Every time. Every time he called her Princess she'd feel warmth and love. I'm still his Princess.

She teased and touched, played and splashed, lowering his guard. Hugging him around the neck, she whispered, "I love you, Dad," and kissed him. Her arousal was building; she couldn't wait to show him.

"Look, Dad. I did something just for you." With mounting excitement she reached for her bikini bottoms. "Here, Dad, look here." She pulled the front away from her flat tummy.

His gasp thrilled her, aroused her. He liked her hairless, smooth pussy! She liked it too, seven years old, skin against skin, Daddy's penis between her legs.

"God, Sarah. You did that for me?"

"Dad, remember? Seven years old?"

"Oh."

She was thrilled by his reaction, by the tent in his bathing suit. Daddy. Moving close she leaned her face in, whispering.

"Daddy, can you touch me? Can you make me tingle again?" she asked in her little girl voice.

She felt a spike of pleasure when Daddy moaned and slipped his hand into her bikini, his big fingers sliding across her hairless mound, her clit throbbing intensely at the delicate, familiar touch of his finger. Her arousal surged, she started breathing faster, Daddy touching me.

She pulled away grabbing his bathing suit, pulling it down. Quickly, her need surprising her, she yanked off her bikini bottoms.

"Like this, Daddy, please?" She turned, leaning on the edge of the pool, pushing her bottom out, the memory of Daddy, of her, seven years old snuggled behind her.

"Please Daddy, hurry!"

The arousal burning in his eyes inflamed her more. The sight of his big erection getting closer to her bottom had her shaking.

"Oh God, Daddy!" His penis nestled between her lips, his hands spreading her buttocks. He pushed, his probing erection hot against her exciting her beyond belief.

"Daddy, Daddy," she whispered, shuddering as she felt herself stretched, Daddy stretching her, opening her, God yes, Daddy!

Her first climax hit her when Daddy penetrated her, sliding deep, hard and thick, banging against her cervix. She clamped down on him, moaning with him. Daddy pulled out, thrust in, deep, filling her. Suddenly, as he stroked in again she thrust back against him hard. Stars burst as pain, delicious pain bloomed, his erection slamming into her cervix. She wanted him inside, inside her womb, she wanted Daddy's sperm inside her womb, needed Daddy to cum. Please Daddy!

Yes! Her second climax exploded when she felt Daddy expand impossibly large, when he cried out her name shoving his erection deep, deep, his hot thick semen blasting out, erection sealed to her cervix, spurting into her uterus, hot, burning hot, Daddy cumming.

She pulled forward and slammed back, her orgasm pulsing as Daddy swelled again and blasted more semen, Daddy's cum shooting into her, hot, so hot.

She thrashed and thrust, desperately trying to take Daddy all the way, all the way into her, her climax thundering through her body. I'm never letting you go, Daddy, never. You'll always be a part of me!

The echo faded. She climaxed, body trembling, her husband's erection exploding, cum spurting hot inside. Pleasure and release spread through her. The mist calmed and slowly dissipated. Oh Daddy, Daddy. Her tears slowed and stopped.

No, Russ. You have no idea.

She smiled, Daddy not knowing she'd stopped the birth control pills, her little lie, Daddy not knowing Clair was really his, Daddy looking after her, his own baby daughter, while she finished her education. I told you, Daddy, I'd never let you go.